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PAUL ROBINSON
England’s Number 1,
England’s, England’s Number 1…
Nice one Robbo, Nice one son,
Nice one Robbo, let’s have another one!
That’s why you’re number 1,
That’s why you’re number 1…
PASCAL CHIMBONDA
Pascal Chimbonda
la la la la la
Pascal Chimbonda
tra la la la la la la…
What’s that coming over the hill,
Is it Chimbonda,
Is it Chimbonda…
Chimbonda Woaoh,
Chimbonda Woaoh,
He signed from Wigan Athletic
Cos our last right back was pathetic!
PAUL STALTERI
Paul Stalteri, do do do do,
Paul Stalteri, do do do do…
LEDLEY KING
You can stick your Sol Campbell up your Arse,
You can stick your Sol Campbell up your Arse,
You can stick your Sol Campbell,
Stick your Sol Campbell,
Stick your Sol Campbell up your Arse,
Singing we’ve got Ledley at the back,
Singing we’ve got Ledley at the back,
Singing we’ve got Ledley,
We’ve got Ledley
We’ve got Ledley at the back!
Que sera sera, what ever will be will be,
They had Campbell but we’ve still got Ledley…
Ledley, Ledley
Ledley, Ledley
Born is the King of White Hart Lane
MICHAEL DAWSON
There’s only one Michael Dawson,
One Michael Dawson,
There’s only one Michael Dawson!
Dawson for England,
Dawson for England…
AARON LENNON
There’s only one Aaron Lennon,
One Aaron Lennon,
There’s only one Aaron Lennon!
You are my Lennon,
My Aaron Lennon,
You make me happy when skies are grey,
Your better value than Theo Walcott,
And by the way - Sol Cambell is gay!
STEED MALBRANQUE
Steeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
*gasp for air*
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!
DANNY MURPHY
Super, super Dan,
Super, super Dan,
Super, super Dan,
Super Danny Murphy!
Oh Danny Danny,
Danny, Danny, Danny, Danny Muuurphy!
TEEMU TAINIO
Teeeeemu Ta-inio,
Teeeeemu Ta-inio…
TOM HUDDLESTONE
Oh Tommy, Tommy,
Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy Huddlestone!
Shooooooooooooooooooooooooot!
DIDIER ZOKORA
Do, Do, Do, Didier Zokora!
(to the Conga)
JERMAIN DEFOE
Jermain Defoe,
he’s a Yiddo…
We’ve got Jermain Defoe, I said we’ve got Jermain Defoe,
We’ve got Jermain Defoe, I said we’ve got Jermain Defoe!
We love Jermain and if it’s quite alright,
We Love Jermain despite his lack of height,
We Love Jermain
Cos he puts the ball in the net!
Jermain, Jermain, Jermain, Jermain Defoe,
He gets the ball,
Scores a goal,
Jermain, Jermain Defoe!
He’s small,
He’s quick,
He scores with every kick,
Jermain Defoe, Jermain Defoe!
ROBBIE KEANE
Keano,
Oh there’s only one Keano…
We all dream of a team of Robbie Keane’s,
A team of Robbie Keane’s,
A team of Robbie Keane’s…
And number 1 is Robbie Keane,
And number 2 is Robbie Keane,
And number 3 is Robbie Keane,
And number 4 is Robbie Keane,
And number 5 is Robbie Keane…
Keano, Keano, Keano…
DIMITAR BERBATOV
Di-mi-tar Berbatov
Di-mi-tar Berbatov…
COME ON YOU SPURS
Come on you Spurs,
Come on you Spurs,
Come on you Spurs………..
WE ARE TOTTENHAM
We are Tottenham,
We are Tottenham,
Super Tottenham, from the Lane
We are Tottenham,
We are Tottenham,
Super Tottenham, from the Lane
We love you Tottenham, we do,
We love you Tottenham, we do,
We love you Tottenham, we do,
Oh, Tottenham we love you
THE GREATEST TEAM THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN
And it's Tottenham Hotspur,
Tottenham Hotspur FC,
by far the greatest team the world has ever seen
YID ARMY
YID ARMY, Yid Army,
YID ARMY, Yid Army,
YID ARMY, Yid Army,
MY EYES HAVE SEEN THE GLORY
My Eyes have seen the Glory of the cups at White Hart Lane,
My Eyes have seen the Glory of the cups at White Hart Lane,
My Eyes have seen the Glory of the cups at White Hart Lane and the Spurs go marching on.
GLORY, GLORY
Glory Glory Tottenham Hotspur,
Glory Glory Tottenham Hotspur,
Glory Glory Tottenham Hotspur and the Spurs go marching on.
WE ARE THE TOTTENHAM BOYS
Hello, Hello, We are the Tottenham boys,
Hello, Hello, We are the Tottenham boys,
And if you are an Arsenal fan, Surrender or you'll die
Cos we will follow the Tottenham
WE ARE THE PAXTON
We’re the Paxton, We’re the Paxton, We’re the Paxton Tottenham
WE ARE THE SHELFSIDE
We’re the Shelfside, We’re the Shelfside, We’re the Shelfside Tottenham
WE ARE THE PARK LANE
We’re the Park Lane, We’re the Park Lane, We’re the Park Lane Tottenham
YOU ARE MY TOTTENHAM
You are my Tottenham,
My only Tottenham,
You make me happy when skies are grey
THERE'S ONLY ONE TEAM IN LONDON
One team in London,
There's only one team in London,
One team in London,
There's only one team in London
IT'S A GRAND OLD TEAM TO PLAY FOR
It's a grand old team to play for,
It's a grand all team to see,
And if you know your history,
It's enough to make you hart go whoo-oh-oh.
We don't care what the other teams say,
What the hell do we care?
For we only know that there's gonna be a show
And the Tottenham Hotspur will be there
WEM-BER-LEY
Wem-ber-ley, Wem-ber-ley,
We're the famous Tottenham Hotspur,
And we're going to Wem-ber-ley
WHEN THE SPURS GO MARCHING ON
Oh when the Spurs,
Go marching in,
Oh when the Spurs, go marching in,
I wanna be in that number,
When the Spurs go marching in
WHO LET THE YIDS OUT
Who Who Who Let the Yids out
JINGLE BELLS
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,
Oh how fun it is to see Tottenham win away
WE ARE TOTTENHAM
Fuck 'em all, Fuck 'em all, United, West Ham, Liverpool
Cos we are the Tottenham, And we are the best,
We are the Tottenham, So fuck all the rest
SCORE
Score Tottenham score
When you get one, you'll get more
We need goals aplenty, so we get to Wembley
So, score Tottenham score
YID-I-OH
Yid – I – Oh! Yid – I – Oh! Yid – I – Oh! Yid – I – Oh!
Yid – I – Oh! Yid – I – Oh! Yid – I – Oh! Yid – I – Oh!
STAND UP
Stand up
If you love Tottenham,
Stand up,
If you love Tottenham
OH TOTTENHAM
Oh Tottenham,
Is wonderful,
Oh Tottenham, is wonderful
Its full of tits, fanny and Tottenham
Oh Tottenham, is wonderful
WE WILL FOLLOW THE TOTTENHAM
We will follow the Tottenham,
Over land and sea (and Leicester)
We will follow the Tottenham, on to victory
GLENN HODDLE
Glenn Hoddle’s Blue and White Army (clap clap clap clap)
Glenn Hoddle’s Blue and White Army (clap clap clap clap)
Glenn Hoddle’s Blue and White Army (clap clap clap clap)
Hoddle, Hoddle, Hoddle, Hoddle,
Hoddle is the King of White Hart Lane
SING WHEREVER YOU MAY BE
Sing Sing wherever you may be,
We lost the Milk cup at Wem-ber-ley,
But we’ll be back to win the other three,
And we’ll go down in History
A POOR LITTLE YIDDO
I'm only a poor little Yiddo
I stand at the back of the Shelf
I go to the bar, to buy a lager
And only buy one for myself
WE WANT OUR TOTTENHAM BACK
We want our Tottenham back,
We want our Tottenham back,
We want our Tottenham back,
We’re shit and we’re sick of it
What do you want to make those eyes at me for,
If they don’t mean what they say…………..
CAN'T SMILE WITHOUT YOU
I can't smile without you
I can't smile without you
I can't laugh and I can't sing
I'm finding it hard to do anything
You see, I feel sad when you're sad
I feel glad when you're glad
If you only knew what I'm going through
I just can't smile without you
GEORGE GRAHAM
We got Graham out
We got Graham out
We got Graham
We got Graham
We got Graham out
You can stick your George Graham up you arse,
You can stick your George Graham up you arse,
You can stick your George Graham
You can stick your George Graham
Stick your George Graham up you arse
SOL CAMPBELL
Heeeeeeeeeeeey Campbell
Wan...Ker!
I wanna knoooooooooooow
Why you're such a cunt
Vieira ooohhh
Vieira ooohhh
He wants to leave the Scum,
Cos Campbell wants his bum
Rsol Campbell, Campbell,
You dirty Gooner scum,
you take it up the bum,
Rsol Campbell, Campbell
STEFFEN FREUND
Steffen Freund’s a football genius!
Steffen Freund’s a football genius!
Steffen Freund’s a football genius!
I love Steffen Freund and Steffen Freund loves me,
I love Steffeeeeen Freund & Steffen Freund loves me
TEDDY SHERINGHAM
Oh Teddy Teddy!,
Teddy Teddy Teddy Teddy Sheringham
Heeeeeeeey Teddy
Ooh Ahh,
I want to know
How you scored that goal
STEPHEN CARR
Stephen Carr, my lord, Stephen Carr,
Stephen Carr, my lord, Stephen Carr,
Oh Lord Stephen Carr
Shooooooooooooooot
SERHIY REBROV
There’s only one Sergei Rebrov
Only one Sergei Rebrov
Walking along, singing a song
Walking in a Rebrov Wonderland
CHRIS ARMSTRONG
Na na na na,
Na na na na,
Hey hey hey
Chrissie Armstrong
DAVID GINOLA
Ginola! Ginola! Ginola!
Posh Spice is a slapper,
She wears a wonder bra,
and when she's shagging Beckham,
She thinks of Ginola
You're Spurs and you know you are,
You're Spurs and you know you are
STEVE PERRYMAN
Oh Stevie Stevie,
Stevie Stevie Perryman
STEVE ARCHIBALD
We’ll take more care of you Archibald, Archibald
TONY GALVIN
Tony,
Tony Galvin,
Tony Galvin on the wing
RONNIE ROSENTHAL
Ronnie,
Ronnie Ronnie,
Ronnie Ronnie,
Ronnie Ronnie Rosenthal Oi,
All the runs that Ronnie does are winding
And all the goals that Ronny scores are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how
But maybe, are you gonna be the one that saves me
And after all, you're my Rosenthal
CYRIL KNOWLES
Nice on Cyril,
Nice one son,
Nice one Cyril,
Lets have another one
ERIK THORSTVEDT
I love Erik the Viking and Erik the Viking loves me
I love Erik the Viiiiking and Erik the Viking loves me
RAMON VEGA
Ramon Ramon,
Ramon Ramon,
Ramon Ramon, Vega
ANTI ARSENAL
My old man said be an Arsenal fan,
I said "Fuck off, bollocks you're a cunt",
We took the North Bank in half a minute,
We took the Shed with the Chelsea in it,
We hammered the Hammers,
With carving knifes and spanners,
We taught the Millwall how to fight,
So I'll never be a Gunner,
Cos every cunts a runner,
Thats what I told my old man
Hark now hear,
The Tottenham sing the arsenal run away,
And we will fight for ever more because of boxing day.........
Nayiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim
from the Halfway line,
Nayiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim
from the Halfway line,
Nayiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim
from the Halfway line,
Chim Chimeny, Chim Chimeny, Chim, Chim, Cheroo,
First it was Nayim, and now Popescu.
Chim Chimeny, Chim Chimeny, Chim, Chim, Cheree,
Gica from 12 yards,
Nayim from fifty
If I had the wings of a sparrow,
If I had arse a crow,
I'd fly over Scumbury tomorrow,
And shit on the bastards below, below,
shit on the bastards below
Osama ooohhh,
Osama ooohhh
He comes from the Taliban
He is an Arsenal fan
There’s only one Arsene Wenger
only one Arsene Wenger
With a packet of sweets and a cheeky smile
Wenger is a fucking paedophile
Who likes little boys?
Who likes little boys?
Arsene Wenger,
Arsene Wenger
He likes little boys
Don't bend down when Wenger’s around
Cause you might get a willy up your Arse
He had the cheek to call us deer
then we found out that he was a Queer
He dillies, he dallies, he doesn't like the fannies
All he really wants is a big fat hairy Arse
So don't bend down when Wenger around
Cause you might get a willy up your Arse
We don’t need no drunken drivers,
No baggage stealers in our team,
No lying Judas or cocaine dealers
Wenger leave those kids alone
HEY WENGER,LEAVE THOSE KIDS ALONE,
all in all your just another prick from Arsenal.
Oi Wenger, leave those kids alone
Snort up Paul Merson
Oh what can it mean
To a cocaine dealer
In a shit football team
Fuck off Arsene Wenger
Oh what can it mean
To a French homosexual
In a shit football team
Cheer up Tony Adams
Oh what can it mean
To a pissed up donkey
In a shit football team
Martin Keown’s got a monkey’s head,
Got a monkey’s head,
Got a monkey’s head
Keown, He’s got a monkey’s head,
He’s got a monkey’s head,
He’s got a monkey’s head
If Dixon plays for England so could I!
Who's got a big fat Wife,
Who's got a big fat Wife,
Ian Wright
Ian Wright
He's got a big fat Wife
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to see, Adams put away, Oi!
You’re just a murderer, Sunderland, Sunderland
3-1,
We beat the scum 3-1
3-1,
We beat the scum 3-1
3-1,
We beat the scum 3-1
Sing Sing wherever you may be,
We beat the scum at Wem-ber-ley
They got one and we got three,
And we’re going back to Wem-ber-ley
Three fat Gooners standing in the wall,
Three fat Gooners standing in the wall
And if one Paul Gascoigne should bend it round the wall
There'll be one sick Seaman standing in the goal
You can stick your Sol Campbell up your Arse,
You can stick your Sol Campbell up your Arse,
You can stick your Sol Campbell,
You can stick your Sol Campbell,
Stick your Sol Campbell up your Arse singing we’ve got
Ledley at the back
Singing we’ve got Ledley at the back,
Singing we’ve got Ledley,
We’ve got Ledley,
We’ve got Ledley at the back.
Heeeeeeeeeeeey Campbell
Wan...Ker!
I wanna knoooooooooooow
Why you're such a cunt
Vieira ooohhh
Vieira ooohhh
He wants to leave the Scum,
Cos Campbell wants his bum
Rsol Campbell, Campbell,
You dirty Gooner scum,
You take it up the bum,
Rsol Campbell, Campbell
Fuck off Rsol Campbell,
Oh what can it mean to be a
Lying Judas Bastard,
in a shite Football team
At first I was a yid. I was deified.
If I'd walk in to the red sea it would move aside.
But then I spent so many nights thinking how to do you wrong
And though It took two years of planning I've finally strung you all
along.
And now I'm back. Just up the road.
It doesn't matter where you're from to see that I'm a fucking toad.
I've stabbed you in the back and lied right to your fucking face
If I knew my mum I'd shag her and I'm feeling fucking ace.
And so I'm off. Please don't be sad.
Ten years to some means nothing - so to a million it can't be bad.
The way I see - you owe me so bow down and worship me
And now my kit looks like a tampon it should be easier to seeeee...
That I'm a fucking c*nting slag.
I wonder who-of my teammates I will be the first to shag
Whether youthfull looking Freddie, or the Gaulic rear of Pires,
Of course there too is Arsene I hope he likes my bondage dress.
Right, "Up the ar*e!" They're all at it.
It's just a shame that last year we sold Overmars and Petit,
I've heard many things about them -That Marc squeals just like a girl
But I'll have to take them backwards cos their faces make me want to hurl.
But I'm in shit. The fans just are not great.
This move to the library might have just seal-ed my fate.
The yiddo firm is all angry and Denton's dangling off a bridge
I'll need round the clock protection e'en when I look in to my fridge,
And I - I won't survive.
Violence, hate and fire will send me screaming down my drive,
I'll be begging for forgiveness, I'll be down upon one knee,
No matter where I go they'll hate me - I'll have to play for Germany.
And so I'll go. Walk out the door.
I'll just tell them... that they should have won the war.
I'll just trample on Saint George and say "it really wasn't me
By the way what are you paying? And what is my sign-on feeeeeeeeee?
………and like West Ham they fade and die,
Arsenal always running,
Chelsea running to,
Tottenham always running, Cos their running after you
SÅNGER MOT ANDRA KLUBBAR OCH SPELARE
Have you ever done the double, have you fuck
Have you ever done the double, have you fuck
Have you ever done the double?
Have you ever done the double?
Have you ever done the double, have you fuck
Calm Down, Calm Down,
Calm Down, Calm Down,
Sign on, Sign on,
With a pen in your hand cos you’ll never get a job,
Sign on Sign on
I would rather be a muppet than a Scouse
You’re just a small team in Scotland,
Small team in Scotland
You’re just a small team in Scotland
Savage is a wanker,
Savage is a wanker, la la la,
Savage is a wanker,
Savage is a wanker, la la la
He’s got foot and mouth,
He’s got foot and mouth,
Robbie Savage Robbie Savage,
He’s got foot and mouth.
OSSIE’S DREAM (1981)
Come on you Spurs, Come on you Spurs,
Come on you.…..
Spurs are on their way to Wembley,
Tottenham's going to do it again,
They can't stop 'em,
The boys from Tottenham,
The boys from White Hart Lane,
Spurs are on their way to Wembley,
The Kings are claiming their crown,
Everybody will be singing, When the Spurs go marching home
We are the boys from Keithy's army
And we're marching off to war,
We're sending our soldiers to Wembley Under General Burkinshaw,
We know the enemy will fear us,
In the battle coming up,
They won't even get near us
We're gonna capture the cup
Come on you.…..
Spurs are on their way to Wembley,
Tottenham's going to do it again,
They can't stop 'em,
The boys from Tottenham,
The boys from White Hart Lane,
Spurs are on their way to Wembley,
The Kings are claiming their crown,
Everybody will be singing, When the Spurs go marching home
In our ranks there's Ossie Ardiles,
He's had a dream for a year or two,
That one day he's gonna play at Wembley,
Now his dream is coming true,
Ossie we're gonna be behind, you,
Altogether man for man,
We know you're gonna play a blinder
[Ossie] In de cup for Totting-ham
Come on you.…..
Spurs are on their way to Wembley,
Tottenham's going to do it again,
They can't stop 'em,
The boys from Tottenham,
The boys from White Hart Lane,
Spurs are on their way to Wembley,
The Kings are claiming their crown,
Everybody will be singing, When the Spurs go marching home
Come on you.…..
Spurs are on their way to Wembley,
Tottenham's going to do it again,
They can't stop 'em,
The boys from Tottenham,
The boys from White Hart Lane,
Spurs are on their way to Wembley,
The Kings are claiming their crown,
Everybody will be singing, When the Spurs go marching home
Ossie's going to Wembley,
His knees have gone all trembley,
Come on you Spurs,
Come on you Spurs
Ossie's going to Wembley,
His knees have gone all trembley,
Come on you Spurs,
Come on you Spurs
Ossie's going to Wembley,
His knees have gone all trembley,
Come on you Spurs,
Come on you Spurs
[repeat to fade]
GLORY GLORY TOTTENHAM HOTSPUR (1981 B Side)
Glory glory Tottenham Hotspur,
Glory glory Tottenham Hotspur,
Glory glory Tottenham Hotspur……and the Spurs go marching on.
Tottenham are the greatest team the world has ever seen,
Tottenham are the greatest team the world has ever seen.
Tottenham are the greatest team the world has ever seen….and the Spurs go marching on.
Glory glory Tottenham Hotspur,
Glory glory Tottenham Hotspur,
Glory glory Tottenham Hotspur……and the Spurs go marching on.
We’re the pride of North of London were the kings of White Hart Lane, We’re the pride of North of London were the kings of White Hart Lane, We’re the pride of North of London were the kings of White Hart Lane….and the Spurs go marching on.
Glory glory Tottenham Hotspur,
Glory glory Tottenham Hotspur,
Glory glory Tottenham Hotspur……and the Spurs go marching on.
TOTTENHAM, TOTTENHAM (1982)
Come on you Spurs, come on you Spurs,
Come on you Spurs, come on you Spurs,
Tottenham Tottenham,
No one can stop them,
We're gonna do it like we did last year,
Tottenham Tottenham,
No one can stop them,
We're gonna do it like we did last year
Tottenham Tottenham,
No one can stop them,
We're gonna do it again,
We won't give it up,
We’re gonna bring the cup,
Back home to White Hart Lane
They always come see us whether it's rain or snow,
Our supporters never stop at home,
When it comes to playing football everybody knows,
Tottenham's got a style of their own,
We hold the cup that everybody cherishes,
And we won't let it out of our hands,
We can hear them singing on the terraces,
We can hear the voices of our fans
Come on you Spurs, come on you Spurs,
Come on you Spurs, come on you Spurs,
Tottenham Tottenham,
No one can stop them,
We're gonna do it like we did last year,
Tottenham Tottenham,
No one can stop them,
We're gonna do it like we did last year
Tottenham Tottenham,
No one can stop them,
We're gonna do it again,
We won't give it up,
We’re gonna bring the cup,
Back home to White Hart Lane
When we get them on the pitch at Wembley,
We'll be entertaining you oi oi,
And just a touch of magic that you’re bound to see,
Like when Ossie’s Dream came true
Stevie can't wait to hold the cup again,
Won't be satisfied until it's in his hands,
He'll hold it up for everyone to see it then,
We'll hear the voices of our fans
Come on you Spurs, come on you Spurs,
Come on you Spurs, come on you Spurs,
Tottenham Tottenham,
No one can stop them,
We're gonna do it like we did last year,
Tottenham Tottenham,
No one can stop them,
We're gonna do it like we did last year
Tottenham Tottenham,
No one can stop them,
We're gonna do it again,
We won't give it up,
We’re gonna bring the cup,
Back home to White Hart Lane
[repeat to fade……….and then “oh steve we forgot to switch it off”]
SPURS MEDLEY (1982 B Side)
It's a grand old team to play for,
It's a grand all team to see,
And if you know your history,
It's enough to make you hart go whoo-oh-oh.
We don't care what the other teams say,
What the hell do we care?
For we only know that there's gonna be a show
And the Tottenham Hotspur will be there
HOT SHOT TOTTENHAM (1987)
Hot Shot Tottenham we are the Super Spurs,
Everybody knows we’re the football connoisseurs……….
THE VICTORY SONG [we’re off to Wembley cos we beat the Arsenal] (1991)
…………We’re off to Wembley cos we beat the Arsenal,
We’re off to Wembley cos we beat the Arsenal,
In the North London cup they we’re only runners up,
Now they can’t do the double down the Arsenal………..
IT’S LUCKY FOR SPURS WHEN THE YEAR ENDS IN ONE (1991)
Its lucky for Spurs when year ends in one,
We first won the cup when the centaury begun………
……Jinking Jimmy Dimmock scored the winner here………..
THE LILLIES “AND DAVID SEAMAN WILL BE VERY DISAPPOINTED ABOUT THAT……….” (1991)
3-1, 3-1, 3-1, 3-1………… Is Gascoigne going to have a crack…..he is you know……OH I SAY!!………..schoolboys own stuff
…….Mabbutt, fed it well, Nayim to his left and Samways up ahead. but Lineker uses him by not using him, good try, he scored………….and David Seaman will be very disappointed about that it seemed to go through his fingers………………..
COCKEREL CHORUS - NICE ONE CYRIL (1972)
Nice one Cyril, Nice one Son,
Nice one Cyril, lets have another one
THE TOTNAMITES - TIP TOP TOTTENHAM HOTSPUR (1961)
Tip top Tottenham Hotspur, the greatest team of the year
Tip top Tottenham Hotspur, raise your glasses and give them a cheer
Horray for the double, and let's live it up
One drink for the league, and another one for the cup
Since eighteen ninety seven, they've tried finding a way
Now those Spurs are in heaven, it's White Hart Lane's happy day
They've made it at Wembley, they've climbed to the heights
History will honour those brave Lilywhites
Brown and Baker and Henry, oh what joy they did bring
Mackay and Norman and Danny made those rafters ring
The Jones boy and Dyson on the wings how they flew
With Smith, White and Allen, how they slammed wonder goals through
This great story's not ending, we've still got four more to name
Saul and Marchi and Medwin are all on the role of fame
Just one more tribute, so now let us call
On Mister Bill Nicholson,
For making this year the Spurs' happiest year of all
HOT SPURS BOOGIE - 1972/73 SQUAD (1973)
Tottenham Hotspur, Tottenham Hotspur is our team
Tottenham Hotspur, the best you've ever seen
Tottenham Hotspur, come and watch us play
Tottenham Hotspur, we're winning all the way
Sing, shout, let's call out
Tottenham Hotspur, Tottenham Hotspur
Tottenham Hotspur, we're always looking up
Tottenham Hotspur, our aim's to win the cup
Tottenham Hotspur, the game we search for fame
Tottenham Hotspur, here at White Hart Lane
Sing, shout, let's call out
Tottenham Hotspur, Tottenham Hotspur
There'll never be, another quite the same
We're on our own, the best team of the game
Tottenham Hotspur, Tottenham Hotspur is our name
Tottenham Hotspur, football is our game
Tottenham Hotspur, we want you all to see
Tottenham Hotspur, our trail to victory
Sing, shout, let's call out
Tottenham Hotspur, Tottenham Hotspur
Tottenham Hotspur, Tottenham Hotspur. . .
THE EVERGREENS – MCNAMARA’S BAND (1950’s)
Oh, me name is MacNamara, I'm the leader of the band
Although we're few in number, we're the finest in the land
We play at wakes and weddings and at every fancy ball
And when we play the funerals, we play the March from Saul
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Henessey Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin' grand
A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's band
Right now we are rehearsin' for a very swell affair
The annual celebration, all the gentry will be there
When General Grant to Ireland came he took me by the hand
Says he, "I never saw the likes of MacNamara's Band"
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin' grand
A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's band
Oh, my name is Uncle Julius and from Sweden I did come
To play with MacNamara's Band and beat the big bass drum
And when I march along the street the ladies think I'm grand
They shout, "There's Uncle Julius playin' with an Irish band!"
Oh, I wear a bunch of shamrocks and a uniform of green
And I'm the funniest lookin' Swede that you have ever seen
There is O'Brians, O'Ryans, O'Sheehans and Meehans, they come from Ireland
But, by yimminy, I'm the only Swede in MacNamara's Band
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin' grand
A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's band
That's MacNamara
THE DOUBLE SONG (1960/61)
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on
Mr B's the Irish captain of the Spurs English Welsh and Scots
And he's charming on the telly with his special sporting shots
And Danny is the captain who collected both the pots
And the Spurs go marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on
And there at centre forward Bobby Smith takes up his stand
And when he's in the mood he's the best in all the land
For just like McNamara, Bobby's the leader of the band
And the Spurs go marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on
Bill Brown is like George Clawley, calm and capable and tall
His eye is like an eagle's as he keeps it on the ball
Bill Brown keeps goal for Scotland, he keeps for Spurs an' all
And the Spurs go marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on
Peter Baker is a full back and he plays upon the right
Peter's always merry, Peter's always bright
Peter's in his glory, in the thickest of the fight
And the Spurs go marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on
Ron Henry's seen at full back on the left hand of his mate
He's quick to make a tackle, Ron, he doesn't hesitate
When Ron goes in to tackle we remember Sandy Tait
And the Spurs go marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on
The situation near the goal is often very tense
But Spurs have Maurice Norman as the keyman in defence
In bringing home the trophies his share is quite immense
And the Spurs go marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on
Dave Mackay's a half back who is prone to have a bash
Repeat that, Dave's a half back who is prone to have a bash
Dave Mackay's a Scotsman and he often cuts a dash
And the Spurs go marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on
Cliff Jones has an objective: football fortune to henhance
He roams from right to left in search of 'alf a chance
And when he scores he executes a little dance
And the Spurs go marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on
In the place of good old Jimmy Seed we now have brave John White
The schemer of Spurs forward line he's Scotland's inside right
The scorer we are told received a pass superb from White
And the Spurs go marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on
Les Allen's game at inside-left reminds us of Bert Bliss
At times the ball goes sailing in, at other times he miss
And when he scores he gets a cuddle and a kiss
And the Spurs go marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on
With Terry Dyson head a goal and note how hard he tries
In beating his opponent his limits are the skies
Like Jack Kirwan he's a terrier for his size
And the Spurs go marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
And the Spurs go marching on
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